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Braveheart for
So wit me? Yea
Yea
Why y'all blast on these niggas, man?

Tuck in your chain put your in your pocket
Here come the straight out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
Warnin', jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, head gone 'n' sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No bullshit, back in ya hand, me

Call Earl, death is the of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to out there so crack
Bust guns at Bow age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but fuck hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin'
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'Burban
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly by god's son

And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
Heat talk, feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, hear shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son or feel that
The be like one
I'm movin' on passin'
And very thoroughly by God's son

G-O-D S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just invincible
Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you Tfo's or Mobb Deep?
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas

Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a show niggas are
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in the only way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with 22's now you's a ridiculous
No for the gun play, it's okay, 'cause you dyin' anyway

Yo, this is for them School drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer over knockouts
coke, smokin' weed, sellin' crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a bench, now I got a on this trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple
Runnin' from D's knockout rookies
G wiz you what I'm all about
To all my real